Disclamer: I do not own Sam and Dean
As the sun filtered through the blinds nearly blinding Sam, who chooses that moment to open his eyes.
"Morning sleepy head, rise and shine." Said Dean, who was in an unusually good mood this morning.
"ughhhh" was pretty much the only thing literate that came out of Sam's mouth.
"Don't give me that. There's a cybercafé just down the street. So get some pants on and lets get a move on." Sam practically yelling was dragged out of bed a pair of pants shoved in his hands. Then was shoved into the bathroom.
They were sipping Carmel Marvel's at the cybercafé when Sam spoke up.
"Oh"
"What?"
"I've totaled the body count to 22 people in the last 12 years. And all the people have some elation to Annie White."
"Do you thank it's like the hookman case? You know, is the spirit feeding off of her emotions?"
"No, but it is a possibility…"
"Sam you don't sound entirely convinced."
"Well I'm not."
"Well could she be killing them like Max d…"
"NO! Anne's not the same as Max she's way different. Remember my vision, she wouldn't kill someone she loved that much."
"Ok no need to get all snippy."
"Well there is a way to figure this out but I'm not sure you would like it."
"Then don't tell me. Wait tell me."
"Well we could go talk to her-"
"NO WAY. I already got beat by a girl once and that is fine for my lifetime."
"Dean I'm not seeing a third option here."
Dean put his head in his hands and gave a deep long sigh, then looked at Sam.
"As much as I hate to admit it, your right. I can't see any other way either."
"Ok but we do this my way." Sam said wile smirking evily.
"Oh god."
hey here's a cople of things:
1. I may have this story wraped up by the end of next week cuz it's
SPRING BREAK baby yah!
2. please no flaming. it's stupid and pointless.
that's it luv ya'll